I can summon misery

Chapter 32
"I have heard for a long time that Mr. Mu Yu is very talented and well-educated. I thought he would shine in the literary meeting, but I never thought that he just found a corner to eat and drink, with a careless attitude. Why, I feel that the articles and poems present are Isn't it worth showing off?" A loud voice rang out, attracting the attention of many people, Mu Yu followed the prestige to look, but what caught her eyes was a completely unfamiliar face.

A face could barely be called handsome, but it was slightly gloomy. At this moment, that fair face had an indifferent expression, and the brown eyes were staring at Mu Yu with inexplicable hostility.

Hearing this, Mu Yu half-closed her eyes and looked at the approaching feminine figure. The people beside her clearly had no intention of intervening.After all, thank you for being "lively" at the literary conference, and there is no doubt that there will be more external talks.

It's just that Mu Yu is a little displeased. She has worked so hard to reduce her sense of existence. First, she doesn't want to draw too much attention from those big figures to her attention. Second, she doesn't want this kind of bloody story to happen. So low-key, why can't I hide it?

"you are?"

"Scholar of Yanji, Liao Zhi." The man cupped his hands and said, "In the past, I also participated in several literary meetings in Taiping City with my classmates, and I had several encounters with Mr. Mu Yu."

"Oh, I have no impression. It seems that your performance is very average." Since everyone knew that the other party came here to find fault, Mu Yu was not polite.Yanji scholars?Is that a great status?

"Compared to Mr. Mu Yu's performance that day, Liao is really not dazzling, so Liao has always yearned for the style of the young master. When we meet again today, I thought that the young master will still show his literary talents, but he never thought that he would not say a word. Really. It's a pity." Liao Zhi still sat upright with a calm expression, not paying any attention to Mu Yu's provocative words.

"Oh, then let's regret it, life must have some regrets to be perfect." After Mu Yu said lightly, she turned and left without looking back, leaving Liao Zhi alone in place.

What's the matter with this man?

It wasn't like this before.

A modest gentleman, no matter how you look at it now, he is no different from a scoundrel.

Liao Zhi didn't react for a while.But just after Mu Yu took two steps, a voice came from behind him again: "Oh, I didn't expect Mu Yu's form. After leaving the town, even his temperament changed. In the past, my cousin liked to participate in literary conferences and talk a lot. "

Again……

Mu Yu frowned tightly after hearing the words, and felt a little irritable for no reason. Is it so difficult to be a salted fish these days?Do you know that some readers have already complained that the beginning of this story is too bloody and old-fashioned, and if there is another wave like this, are you responsible for losing subscriptions, recommendation tickets and so on?

"Who are you?" Mu Yu turned around impatiently and looked at the person coming.At this time, many people's eyes have been placed here from time to time, waiting for the result here.

Brother Jinyi who came here was clearly stunned when he heard Mu Yu's question. He opened his mouth and didn't utter a word for a while.

And Mu Yu half-closed his eyes, a name popped up in his mind, he met the swinger brother in front of him, and then he said slowly: "It turned out to be you, Lu Qianjie, sorry, the change is too big, I didn't recognize it. "

As early as Yan Xuanchang said that someone might make trouble at the literary conference, Mu Yu thought of Lu Yuankong, Marquis of Ningyang, who was also the family of in-laws of the British government with the Mu family. He is also a representative figure of the British government in the northern border, and he is destined to appear at this literary conference due to emotion and reason.

Lu Yuankong has always maintained his status as an elder, so the people who come to trouble him will only be the younger generation.

Lu Qianjie's name is a good name, but he has a transvestite habit and often shows people in women's clothing, so Mu Yu said that he almost didn't recognize her now.This inevitably has the suspicion of revealing shortcoming.

"Huh!?" Lu Qianjie tugged at the corner of his mouth. He and Mu Yu had never gotten along. There were both passive and active reasons for this provocation. Something is different.

"My cousin is famous and everyone knows it. Wouldn't it be boring not to leave one or two works at such a grand literary fair?"

Lu Qianjie directly skipped Mu Yu's topic just now, and said instead.

"Or, in today's literary meeting, my cousin can't arouse any interest in writing?"

"Oh?"

At the literary meeting held by the Duke of Yan's mansion, Wu Xing picked up a pen...

This matter can be big or small, and if it falls into the eyes of some people, it is inevitable that they will be suspected of contempt for the Duke of Yan.In particular, Mu Yu's identity is still the adopted son of Jing'an Hou Mu Heng, who is the descendant of Duke Yan. If someone with a heart makes a fuss about it, there will be more or less gossip about Mu Yu and Jing'an Hou's residence.

Of course, for Mu Yu, the Marquis of Jing'an Mansion doesn't have much influence on him, just because of such a small matter, being targeted by a group of people who intend to cling to the British government is really not worth the candle.

After all, although the British prince doesn't care about these trivial matters, those who intend to cling to the British prince's family will not miss any opportunity to show their favor to the British prince.

I actually underestimated this cousin who likes women's clothing, and made people have to accept it...

But if you accept the move, you will accept the move, who will be afraid.

"Cousin Qianjie misunderstood, it's not that he can't pick up a pen."

"It's just that although I have inspiration, I don't want to share a theme with others. I'm thinking hard about it. Now my cousin is here, but it gave me an idea. I've heard that Ningyang Hou has a lot of masters. But if there are any masters who come to power and are willing to compete with Brother Yu's subordinates, they can also add a little bit of fighting spirit to this Wenhua, and use both civil and military skills to show that the Wenhui of the Duke of Yan's mansion is outstanding today."

"What do you think? Cousin Qianjie."

It is indeed unique to fight and fight at the literary conference, and it is also in the northern border, a place where martial arts are favored in the Great Xia. As soon as Mu Yu said this, the atmosphere around him inevitably became a little heated.

"It's all right, but." Lu Qianjie met Mu Yu with his eyes, nodded slightly and said, "Brother won't come here for the master who single-handedly kills the master of Tianzi, who is known as 'Triumph'." Bully my little brother."

Hearing this, Mu Yu smiled and shook his head, "Of course not. To me, senior is also a teacher. How can I work because of it? Today, I came with me. There is one person who is in charge of my subordinates. You can go on stage."

"Oh?" Lu Qian nodded and said, "That's naturally good, and my younger brother will arrange it carefully to avoid accidents."

"By the way, there is one more thing." Mu Yu said with a smile: "Since they are all on stage, it would be a bit boring to simply compete. Why don't both sides put up some prizes as a bet, so those who want to come to the stage on both sides will also Be more serious, what does my cousin think?"

Mu Yu asked with a seemingly innocent smile.

(End of this chapter)